For Today...

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Book Report

"Erica" - main female character from my story. (Real Name: Lily Collins - photo from Google)

Book: Cafe
Date Started: August 28, 2011
Page Count: 123
Text Size: 12
Text Style: DejaVu Sans Condensed
Chapter: 12
Main Characters In: Erica, Jungsu, Daehyun, Adriana (Justin and Viktor coming within next 2 chapter!!!!)
Main Characters to Go: Viktor, Youngbae, Justin, Xaiver Black
To be Added: (... that's a surprise...)
General Weather: Cold, Winter, Snowy
Characters Wounded/Hurt: (THAT'S a surprise, too!)
Word Count Thus Far: 69,095


It's coming along! Yaaay! I'm so happy!
My word count for November was 41,642, and my page count was 77. I am *really* enjoying writing again. It's such an amazing gift. My poor mother... she's been dealing with me coming to her every couple of days and saying, "My word count is now: ..." >.<

At any rate... just thought I'd announce to the world my book progress. And, just for kicks, here's an excerpt! What's happened so far - without giving away too much - is that Daehyun, who has recently been hired at the Cafe, is in... a sort of trouble. *grin* So - Erica's trying to get him to go church, and this is the scene *after* that conversation. Sorry I can't explain more... don't wanna give away too much of the plot. ^_^ (Oh - and Jungsu is being mercilessly teased about his 'no-muscle' build. He's pretty scrawny, even at 21 years old. I mean, there's *some* muscle, but Daehyun, being a much stronger person, is always giving him a hard time about it.)

The next three days passed by slowly and uneventfully, proving a relief to the tension that hung unspoken around the café.

"Daehyun, could you turn off that light, please?" Erica called towards the back as she pulled on her coat, turning off the epsresso makers on the counter. He flicked them off, coming around the corner with his own coat.

"Is that everything?" he asked in his quiet voice, brushing hair aside. He'd once again dyed it an auburn color, but this time it carried a more brown shade to it. The clatter of Jungsu putting the broom away in the storage room answered for him. Erica smiled, making sure the register was locked.

"Yeah, I think so. Hey, noisy, you ready to go?" she called in Jungsu's direction. He came around the corner, dusting his hands off on his jeans.

"Yeh," he said, grabbing for his coat. "I'm always ready to go on a Saturday," he grinned. She looked up at the clock, pulling her gloves on.

"12:00 on the mark. Let's go get lunch."

"I'm buying," Daehyun interjected, heading for the door before Jungsu could get to it. "Hey," he said, pulling a toboggan over bleached hair. "You bought last time. What's with this?"

The Korean opened the door, and then stepped aside to let Jungsu through, bowing as he tried to keep from laughing.

"Ladies first," he said sincerely. Jungsu stood dejectedly at the doorway, a pitiful expression on his face as Erica laughed.

"You're never living it down, Jungsu!" she giggled, walking past him and taking advantage of the open door.

"I am not a lady," he growled.

"Suit yourself," Daehyun shrugged, practically letting the door close in his face just as he went to catch it. Erica shielded her eyes from the noon sun, smiling brightly as he came through the door, pushing it open.

"Ha, ha. Not," he stated, brushing past them and into the crowd of people. Daehyun grabbed his coat sleeve, pulling him back.

"Hey, bodyguard – stick with us, would you?" he nodded towards him, tossing the hair from his eyes. Erica wrapped her arm through his to keep him with them, smiling at the prosaic expression on his face.

"What are you hungry for?" she asked, elbowing him lightly. He shrugged, continuing to look ahead as they walked down the busy sidewalks.

"Ask Daehyun – get him something he loves so he won't talk while eating."

Daehyun laughed, dropping back a few paces to get on her other side, making it easier for conversation.

"I don't care where we go, actually. But I am buying."

Erica looked up at him, squinting in the bright sunlight and having to raise her voice above the noise to be heard.

"Why do you keep insisting to buy?" she laughed, the back wind blowing her hair over a shoulder. He shrugged, hands in pockets, a smile still on his face as he spoke.

"I've got money to spare, and I might as well spend it on you two."

She laughed, breath fogging in the cold air as they walked.

"Fine then – I'll let you and Jungsu have it out over where we eat today."

"Really?" Jungsu grinned, looking down at her.

"Have at it," she laughed, keeping pace. Without hesitation, the two fell into a round of where they should go; apparently, Daehyun 'didn't care' only if Erica was involved. Now he was energetically debating with Jungsu over the difference of food quality between an outside market and a sit down restaurant. Erica listened with a smile on her face, trying to keep out of the conversation as much as she could, though she was literally stuck right in the middle. They had slipped from English to Korean, and, as is typical, were being loud and animated about it. She put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, walking briskly to keep pace with the two. The brunette glanced up at Daehyun, biting her lower lip in a smile; he was obviously enjoying himself, and she felt so relieved to see him smiling. There were those brief moments when he wasn't such a sincere person, and he'd show those rare smiles and laughs that he often kept to himself. She knew better, though, than to think he was fine. He wasn't, and that was made painfully clear by the glances he constantly cast to his surroundings, to the people around him; the way he came to work the day before, sick to his stomach from nightmares. The smile faded from her face, and she cast her eyes downward toward the sidewalk beneath her feet, hearing him laugh as he and Jungsu continued to debate. She sighed, wondering when that laugh would actually be true.

* * *

And I Think...

Somehow...

Picture from Google - Credit to Photographer

 

Somehow, things feel close, but far away. Surreal; like this photo.
Things seem brilliantly clear, but confusing.
Maybe it's my tiredness. Maybe it's the weird dreams about man-eating, enormous spiders that explode when thrown off of my back deck. :P Maybe it's the fact that I'm going insane. Maybe it's the fact that I'm worried about people.
I'm not sure.
I want a hug from my dad right now. :(
Mom's still recovering from the heart-attack she had, and the meds she's on are giving weird side-effects.
I'm tired in more ways than one, but I'm not depressed. Just... subdued? I'm not sure.
The picture baffles me.
It's flesh, but it's not.
It's warm, but it's cold.
He appears to be holding open his hand in want of something, but can't get it. Maybe it's open in the gesture of asking, 'Why?', or 'What should I do?'.

I'm rambling. Please excuse me. I just needed to say something... anything. :)
Even if it was about robotic/humanoid hands. ;P
Please be in prayer for both of my parents, actually. And me, too.

Philippians 4:6-7

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God, and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. 

 

... it's snowing.

 

I've Decided...

SwordPlay

This is an older video I did awhile back, so, the effects could use a little tweaking, but, oh well. :)
The sound, once again, is off. *growls*. Though, thankfully, it doesn't matter as much for this one as it did the first. ^_^ At any rate, check it out - and *please* leave a comment!

- Hannah

A RepeditivelyRedundant Production...

It's FIXED! I updated it and tweaked it, so, it should work right. ^_^
Enjoy and PLEASE leave a comment! 0.0

Of All Days

Aaaah...
Thursday evening.
I'm sitting here, a mug of hot chocolate on the desk in front of me, all of the lights off except the one to my left and the Christmas tree lights.
I must mention that today has been good for me. I've enjoyed it quite a bit, and cleaned out my desk drawers while listening to my favorite CD. There was *so* much junk in there! 0.0 *makes mental note to clean those deep dark abysses of a writer/artist/insane 17 year-old more often*

There's another thing I must mention.
Prayer works.
Now, no, that didn't come out of the big blue sky. That's the reason for my good day.
For the past 2 days (my family can witness), I've been very grouchy and irritated. It's one of those days where you feel like strangling everything that breathes, and anything that doesn't should be wished out of existence. You know... those days. I got in bed last night, pulling the covers up around me, journal in hand, and wrote simply, "I'm glad to escape reality for the next few precious hours."
We've all had those moments. The 'reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there' moments. Needless to say, I've been pretty frustrated. I can't exactly lay my finger on it, though I could go on forever shooting off reasons that I think might be the problem.
Dreaming dreams that frustrate you even more doesn't help, either.
I woke up this morning again feeling irritated and annoyed. Mom had come in to wake me up, and turned on the coffee pot on my table by the chair for me, so the room carried that blissful aroma. Grumbling something about the irritating dream I'd had, I climbed out of bed, went to the bathroom to halfway fix myself up, came back into my room, poured a cup of coffee, and slumped down in the chair. Goodmorning, Thursday.
I sat there with a frown on my face, and almost dreaded coming in contact with the outside world. In other words - let's be blunt - being selfish.
Picking up my Bible, I sat, sat, sat, gazing into the blank middle distance with a fog on my brain. Finally...
"Alright, Lord... something's gotta change. Namely, my attitude."
So, for the next near 45 minutes, I read some Psalms and prayed, trying to get my head straight.
Let me announce:
Today's been great.
Naw, not the *best* in the world, but good enough. A typical day. Praying helps in every situation. I just wanted to say that. If you're having 'a day', get down and pray. It's the only way to win the fight.

- Hannah

It's Called 'Inception'...

Here we go again...

Credit:

Music from 'Inception' OST - choreography by me - cinematography by me - idea from Inception - script by my bro

Not Enough to Do....

So - here we go with more insanity! My brother is the official 'Sweet Tea Maker' of the house, and trust me - it's *great*. Another fact you should know is that he's obsessed with Last of the Mohicans.
Now.
Put the two together.
... This is what you get.

 Credits:

Music from The Last of the Mohicans soundtrack - cinematography to me - choreography to me - script to my bro - software to Kdenlive - gunfire effects to freesound.org - and the jug of sweet tea to my bro ^_^